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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Locker room secrets huh? They say what happens in the locker room stays in the locker room, but baby, I don’t keep secrets when they taste this good. He was always lingering after practice — all that fake swagger and quiet stares when he thought I wasn’t looking. But I knew. The way his eyes dropped to my thighs when I stretched. The way his mouth opened just slightly when I tied my shoes. He wanted to be told what to do. And I was more than ready to show him how that worked.

So that night, when everyone else had cleared out, I cornered him — fresh out the shower, towel barely hanging on, still damp and smelling like soap and nerves. “You always look this flustered when you’re around me?” I asked, stepping close enough that his back hit the lockers. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Just that pretty little gulp.

I slid my fingers up his chest, slow, watching his skin react to every inch of contact. “Drop the towel.” He obeyed. Good boy. His cock was already hard — twitching, eager, waiting to be claimed. I pressed my palm against it and Continue reading “Locker Room Secrets” →

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Late Checkout wasn’t part of the plan—but then again, nothing about him ever is. I had already turned in the key. Bags packed, room cleaned, goodbye kiss on the cheek. But something in me needed just one more taste. One more moment of him beneath me, wrecked and obedient.

So I doubled back, slipped up the stairs like a secret, and found him exactly where I hoped he’d be—shirtless, sprawled across the bed, cocky smirk on his face like he knew I couldn’t stay away. “You forget something?” he asked, voice thick with sleep and sin.

I didn’t answer. I just let my heels click slowly across the floor as I peeled off my clothes—top first, then my bra, letting him see the tight control I still held even when naked. His eyes trailed every inch of me, hungry.

“Come here,” he whispered. But I didn’t. Not yet. I stood at the foot of the bed, hand on my hip, teasing the edge of my panties. You want this?” I asked. “Earn it.” He crawled. On elbows and knees like the obedient thing he pretends not to be. I grabbed a fistful of his hair, shoved him between my thighs, Continue reading “Late Checkout” →

Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

I only mentioned it once, a threesome, myself & two guys. Ultimately I didn’t want a relationship. M took this as a challenge. Somehow he figured if he granted my wish I would eventually commit.

Towards the end of my shift M text me saying he would pick me up and that he had a special surprise for me. M stood in front of his car smiling as I approached. “Don’t ever say I wouldn’t do anything for you. I will do ANYTHING for you.” he boasted giving me a firm smack on the ass.
“Huh? What? What’s going on?” I said spacey & jokingly. “Get in the fucking car sexy.” M said. “Oh yeah, you have to ride in back.” he said, sliding into the driver’s seat. I got in and some dude sitting in the passenger’s seat turned around. He sized me up then smiled. “Oh man shes just going to break your fucking heart.” he said bursting into laughter.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Strangers used me in the dark and it was everything I could imagine. I signed the waiver.
No names. No faces. No safe words. Just silence, shadow, and surrender. The room was pitch black—so dark it swallowed even my thoughts. I stood still, completely naked, every inch of my skin tingling with anticipation. My heart pounded against my ribs, a deep, echoing thud that filled the space louder than any scream might have. I waited, trembling, vulnerable. Ready.

Then the first hand found me—rough and calloused, gripping my hip like it belonged there. Then another. And another. Fingers traced down my spine, palms cupped my breasts, mouths found my neck. Gasping as one hand closed around my throat—not tight, just a reminder: I wasn’t in control anymore.

I didn’t know how many they were. I couldn’t see a thing. But I felt everything. Someone shoved me down to my knees. A cock pressed against my lips, demanding. I opened without hesitation, letting him in, tongue swirling, throat relaxing. He groaned low, primal. My mouth was used—gagging, choking—while hands pulled my ass up. Someone entered me from behind, thick and relentless. There was no warning. No introduction. Just raw, unapologetic Continue reading “Strangers Used Me in the Dark” →

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

He loaned me out to his friends and there was nothing I could do about it. It started as a joke. He said, “You’re my perfect little toy—maybe I should share you.” I laughed. Nervous. Turned on. Then one night, he blindfolded me and whispered, “Be a good girl and do what you’re told.” I heard the door open. More than one voice. Male. Deep. Confident.

I was naked on my knees, waiting. My heart pounding. My thighs soaked. I felt like prey. Precious. Offered. My breath caught when I heard the soft chuckle of a stranger just inches from me. He kissed my cheek and said, “These are my friends. You’ll serve them tonight. You’ll take whatever they give you. But remember—you belong to me.” What followed was chaos. A beautiful, filthy storm.

Hands everywhere. Fingers in my mouth, on my breasts, between my legs. Cocks shoved into my mouth, then my cunt, then back again. I was passed between them like a favorite plaything. They slapped my ass, praised my throat, pulled my hair, marked my skin. I begged for it. I was stretched. Used. Worshipped. Degraded. And I loved every second.

Every time I looked toward him—blindfold askew, Continue reading “He Loaned Me Out to His Friends” →

Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

My hot girl summer was off to a great start. It was my first day at my new job. I was excited but nervous as well. I’ve never waited tables before. But everyone says this place is just about looking cute in the skimpy little outfits. And being flirty with the customers, of course. But when I got there, it was a different manager. The manager that hired me was off that day. Instead it was a female manager. I could tell from the moment I walked in that she was a bitch. She looked me up and down then turned her nose up. I can’t stand it when people judge me before they know me. I’m a very sweet person. Always kind and compassionate, until you give me a reason not to be. But it was so obvious that she had issues. Women that have low self esteem and lack confidence lash out. They take their insecurities out on other women. They can’t control their jealousy. And it turns them into cold, harsh bitches. That was the last type of woman I wanted to work with. But at least all of the other girls were very sweet and supportive.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

A teacher’s pet like me always gets punished after class. I stayed behind after everyone else left. He shut the classroom door and said, “You know exactly why you’re here.” I bit my lip and nodded. “You think batting your lashes gets you an A? You think wearing that tight little skirt means I won’t notice you’re failing?” He stepped behind me. Grabbed my hair. Pulled. “Bend over the desk.” I obeyed. My heart pounding, my thighs slick with anticipation. He lifted my skirt. No panties.

“Naughty little slut,” he muttered. Then the first spank landed. I gasped. Each one got harder. “Count.” “One, Sir. Two, Sir—” By ten, I was soaking the wood. By fifteen, I was moaning like a whore. Then I felt his cock pressing against me. Thick. Hard. Demanding.

“You want this grade? Earn it.” He fucked me hard, face down on the desk, books scattered, chalk dust in my hair. I took it like the filthy student I was.

He pushed my face into the desk with one hand, the other around my throat, reminding me of my place. “You’re nothing but my fuck toy, aren’t you?” I couldn’t answer. The pleasure was too overwhelming. Continue reading “Teacher’s Pet Gets Punished After Class” →

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I was used in the back of the limo. He told me not to wear panties to the gala. I obeyed. All night, I played the part—smiling, sipping champagne, talking politics—while he kept one hand on my lower back and whispered what he was going to do to me. I couldn’t resist but I kept my composure. I was not going to break character.

Everyone watched us like we were royalty. No one knew how filthy I was underneath that gown. When the driver opened the back door of the limo, I slid in first. My dress rose up to my hips. He didn’t wait. He followed, shut the divider, and dragged me onto his lap like I was nothing but his toy. “I’ve been patient all night,” he growled. “Now open your mouth.” He unzipped himself. I dropped to the floor. The driver was still up front. The thrill? Insane.

He used me fast and rough, gripping my hair, face-fucking me while the city lights flickered past. Then he pulled me up, bent me over the seat, and shoved into me from behind, one hand choking me, the other pressing my face to the window. People Continue reading “Used in the Back of the Limo” →

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Three mouths. Six hands. One night I will never forget. I’d fantasized about it before—more than one man, all eyes on me, all hands on me. But fantasies never prepared me for the real thing. It started with a game. A private party, low lights, drinks flowing, and tension so thick I could taste it. Two of them—tall, muscular, eyes full of hunger. Friends. Teammates. Alphas. And they both wanted me.

I didn’t pick. Didn’t have to. So I looked at both of them, crossed my legs slowly, and whispered, “If you want me, come take me.” And just like that, the night changed. We didn’t make it to the bedroom. They pinned me against the living room wall like I was their shared secret. One kissed me deep and rough while the other dropped to his knees, tugging my panties down and spreading me open with his tongue.

My knees buckled. I moaned into the kiss, one hand tangled in hair, the other gripping shoulders. Every inch of my body was touched hands sliding over my breasts, mouths worshiping every curve. When they carried me to the couch, I was dripping. Begging.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

The way he begs for me is better than any orgasm. It starts with a look. That hungry, needy stare he gets when I walk into the room wearing nothing but a robe and a smirk. He’s already hard before I even speak. I love that about him—how my presence alone is enough to make him squirm.

“Sit,” I say, and he obeys immediately, settling on the edge of the bed with wide eyes and parted lips.I step in front of him, slowly opening my robe. He inhales sharply, gaze locked on my bare skin, hands clenched at his sides like he’s afraid to touch. He knows better. I haven’t given him permission.

“You want it, don’t you?” I ask, teasing my nipples with my fingers, dragging one hand down my stomach. “Yes,” he breathes. “Please.”  That’s my favorite part. Not the touching. Not even the orgasm. It’s the begging. I live for that whimper in his voice, the tremble in his thighs as he pleads. When he’s on his knees, tongue out, eyes wide and desperate—there’s nothing sexier.

I slide my panties down slowly, watching him watch me. I can see how badly he wants to Continue reading “The Way He Begs for Me Is Better Than Any Orgasm” →